FSE

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By the middle of the day, anticipation had built itself an edge in his thoughts. A couple remote bit jobs kept him semi-distracted while the hour ticked closer. He'd gone out to the corner shop for some fresh fruit to cut up into little containers, along with a decently cheap picnic blanket. They could share a snack while watching the sun go down.

He hoped it would go over well. Actually, he had little doubt it would. He just didn't quite know what to expect past that.

Or rather, he wasn't sure how far he'd go if things moved beyond looking and talking.

Whether from contingency planning or just burning off extra energy, he tidied up what little needed cleaning. Minutes ticked by while he prepped and packed a lunch carrier with the fruit, some crackers, and a couple of the juice boxes. And the blanket, he couldn't forget the blanket. That was it. All he had to do was wait until the time came.

The walk there, thankfully, was easy enough. There was a slight incline leading to the hill where the trail started. She wasn't at the arched gateway yet. He may have left a few minutes early, he had to admit.

A minute later, she sauntered into view. Her tail flicked behind her as she pivoted, spotted him, and approached.

"Good evening, Dez," he said, going to one knee to hug her. It seemed the thing to do, and she was eager enough to come into the embrace. "Did you have a good day?"

"Nothing exciting." She held on for a moment longer before slowly withdrawing. "Donating toxins to the Pokémon Center for antidote synthesis, using fire at the power plant."

"Oh? You have to tell me about that. It's interesting," he said in his own defense when she gave him a halfway-wry look. "I knew Electric-types have it made for power generation, but I didn't know they used fire, too."

"They use boilers for some of the power," she explained, holding out her hand. He took it, and they started down the path while she regaled him with the various ways Pokémon earned spending money in human society. He wasn't ignorant of those contributions, of course. He'd just never actually heard someone talking about it from the Pokémon side of things.

When it was his turn, he got to bore her with talk about proofreading and surveys. Except, she listened. Her hand was smooth and pleasant in his. The path was lined with gorgeous flowers that one or both of them occasionally slowed to examine further, conversation trailing off or switching to the colors and shapes. Any more picturesque and the place would be like something you'd see in a 'Visit Alola' ad back home. Something like that had drawn him to the islands, looking for a fresh start.

A near-empty side path took them out of the way of two large, slow groups passing each other. Dez's pace slowed, and he matched her.

"In your message yesterday," she said, glancing up at him, "You'd said you had questions."

He nodded and ran through the list in his head. "I guess a couple can, uh, wait. But there's one big one. Are you looking for anything in particular? With me, or with... interest in me, I guess. That probably didn't make much sense."

She patted his hand. "That's what talking is for, isn't it? Communication is key, or so Ailani says."

"Yeah." They stepped to the side so a trio of power-walkers could pass them. "Maybe if I say what I mean until it makes sense?" He paused until the three were out of earshot. "I haven't been really looking for a relationship yet, until I got a more stable job. I'd be open if the right person came along, good chemistry and all that? I guess," he said, "I'm asking if you had any strong feelings about us? Or in general, for exploring this interest, if you have any ideas about what that looks like?"

"I think I understand," she said, her head tilted—how much was in thought and how much was to let her look more directly at him, he couldn't tell. "I had a similar question. If you only want a relationship a certain way, that may not work for the other person, correct?"

He grinned. "Exactly! I just... I want to see where this goes."

"Mm. My answer is similar." She turned her head to the distance. "I didn't want to get tied down to a group, or place. Not like before. Not at first. I do want to explore new experiences. New interests, maybe something more lasting than a fling. I have no... requirements? Expectations?" Her gaze returned to him, and she slipped her slender fingers into his hand. "But, I do like you, and I want to explore that attraction."

He gently squeezed her hand. The warmth seemed to spread from their skin to his chest. "The feeling is mutual. You're the most interesting person I've met, talked to, in... I can't remember how long, really."

They were back on the main pathway in the next few steps. Ewan felt his heart rate pick up as a few people walked, jogged, or biked past, hoping they didn't look untoward... but no, it was just someone walking with a Pokémon companion, and the few glances their way were accompanied by faint smiles and the occasional greeting.

"Don't worry," she said, a lilt of humor in her voice—was that the translator? It couldn't have been. "If anyone takes offense to us walking, I can tell them off."

He blinked and swallowed. "That obvious?"

Her thumb stroked his hand as she returned the earlier squeeze. "You tensed up when people were passing. I'd... hoped it wasn't because you didn't want to be seen with me."

"No, no no," he said, slowing his step to look at her. "Not at all, Dez. I just, this is all new. I don't want anyone ruining a nice evening with you."

She smiled, and after a possibly exaggerated glance around, pressed the tip of her muzzle to his hand. A quick kiss. "Let them try."

"I'd rather they not," he murmured, smirking. "Though I'll have your back if they do." They kept walking, and he had to sigh after a few moments. "It's new, but that's not, you don't have to worry. If we talk about more than holding hands, though, I'd rather be in private so nobody distracts us."

She chuckled richly and leaned a little closer, brushing his leg as they walked. "Oh? Is doing more on your mind, Ewan?"

Only one answer came to him. "I'd be lying if I said no."

"We're of a similar mind, then," she said, giving him a sly look. "But no need to rush. You said you had other questions?"

"I do," he said, and looked toward one of the branching paths. "First, though, the spot I have in mind is this way. Hopefully nobody's already staked it out."

"Lead on," she said, gently squeezing his hand as they navigated the somewhat rougher trail. The surrounding trees occasionally pushed a root through the path, or weathering had left divots and bumps. He hoped her feet weren't getting scraped on the stray pebbles and sticks.

Then again, the skin on her palm and fingers—which would double as a foot, on all fours, he guessed—certainly felt firm enough to avoid scrapes. Maybe it was like feeling a rock through a shoe, for her.

A thought occurred, and he glanced down at her. "Back when you had me help you off the counter... Wait. You've fought way worse than an old counter edge." He kept his voice light. No sense sounding accusatory. "Did you really need my help, Dez?"

Her completely innocent look had to have been practiced. "Why, what other reason would I have, Ewan?"

"I wonder," he said, and chuckled. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned it."

"I actually didn't, not until the end of the conversation. It was... a test."

"A test?"

She nodded, and sighed. "I... may have found you handsome before, but that talk had me curious. About you, about... us."

"I think I can see that now," he said. His fingers gently squeezed hers. "So what was the test? To see how I'd feel?"

It was quiet enough to hear a change in tone in the sibilant sounds underlying the translated voice. "To see if you'd be comfortable getting close to me. Touching me." She squeezed his fingers back. "Not all humans are."

There went the teasing mood, not that he could blame her. "I can see that, too, unfortunately," he murmured. A clearing opened up before them. "I'd ask if I passed, but I doubt we'd be here if I didn't."

"You did," she said, and then leaned in enough to bump his leg again when he came to a stop. "I admit, getting close to you was a nice bonus."

"That so? Also, here we are." He gestured to the small clearing amid several trees. Scraggly brush on an incline before a fenced-off slope marked the end of their little path, though part of it looped back towards the main ways. "Not the best spot, because those are usually camped out. I figured we'd want a little more quiet."

"It's perfect," she said, releasing his hand to pad around while he unfolded the blanket. "Here?"

"Good choice." They laid it out and he stepped out of his shoes, while she wiped her feet under one of the corners after he nodded his assent. The lowering sun slipped behind a bank of clouds as they sat and split the first container of fruit.

"What can I say?" It took a moment to realize she was answering his last question. "You were intriguing, and handsome. I enjoyed being held by such a strong helper."

He chuckled, a little surprised at how that image warmed him. "Well, it was my pleasure to offer my assistance. And not just because you feel nice to hold. Felt nice." He swallowed. "I mean, you still do feel nice."

She opened her mouth, then closed it with a click. A soft huff and shake of her head followed. "I was about to say something perhaps too... bold? Forward?"

"Now you have me curious," he said, taking a careful bite of melon. It wouldn't do to choke if it was something really risqué.

"You said you liked holding me, and feeling me." She chewed on her own slice—though her long, narrow muzzle was almost like a beak, so she made quick little bites rather than one large chunk. The pause gave his imagination plenty of time to work. The last nibble was slow, her tongue running over her lips afterwards. "Shall I continue?"

"I think I get the idea." He glanced over her, remembering that warmth. Wondering what more would be like. "So... you're fine with me looking at you. Touching you."

She tilted her head, violet eyes studying his face. "Is that just an observation, or are you asking for something, Ewan?"

He swallowed. "Both, I guess." He took a breath. "I'd like to look at you more. And ask a few more things."

The corners of her mouth weren't as mobile as human lips, yet their upward curl made an unmistakable smirk. "Why not both at once?"

He watched her pivot on the blanket, lean back on her tail, and raise her arms in a seemingly casual stretch. Again and again, she'd condoned his gaze on her, even invited more. It was time to make good on that permission. In the orange-tinted light of the setting sun she struck a magnificent figure, slender yet proportionate; the limbs might be too narrow for a human body, but nothing about her was gangly or undersized. Once again, his eyes were drawn to that flame-like pattern down her front. It seemed designed to call attention to her form, her curves—even without breasts she still struck him as feminine. And of course, it went downwards, leading his attention past her ribs, her belly.

"Um," he said, under no delusions of eloquence. "If we were to... I know there's physical attraction between us." Her nod gave him heart, and he pushed forward. "If we explore that, how do you know if... physically, sexually, are we compatible?"

Her eyes glittered, unreadable save for the smirk still on her muzzle, when he looked back up. "I think we are. What worries you?"

He blinked, thought about it. "I guess, I mean, we're different species. Different sizes. I don't know enough about Pokémon anatomy to say if, I don't know, if I'd be too big or if we wouldn't... fit? Mostly, I don't want anything we do to hurt or be uncomfortable."

"You're very sweet," she said, patting his knee. "But, Pokémon are built to handle different sizes. My Salandit were half my size. And I know I can handle bigger." She chuckled. "My mother was Salazzle, as I am... and my father was a Charizard."

He raised his eyebrows. The average Charizard was nearly his height. "That sounds like an interesting courtship."

"It was, from what they told me." Her hand lingered on his leg, warmth easily soaking through his pants. "But that's a story for another time. I do know that even a larger... will fit." She frowned, and tried speaking again. Whatever it was didn't translate, and she growled at the screen on her wrist.

"... Can I help?" he ventured. It seemed more than the usual hiccup from the translation.

She tried speaking again, more of her natural speech filtering through unusual gaps in the translation. "... hole... penetrate... this is ridiculous." Her slender finger poked at the touchscreen that had lit up after the first few attempts at speaking. "Apparently, this was not designed with any fun words."

"What, like words about sex?"

"Sex words—see, it at least knows that. Sorry," she said, consternation clipping the tones of her speech underneath the translation. "Let me see if I can fix it."

Not sure what else to do, he patted her back. His reward was her leaning into his touch until her head rested on his wrist, at least until she did something that went ding.

"Ah," she said, "medical terminology! Better than nothing."

He nodded, looking over her shoulder in a manner of speaking. "So it lets you add things? Correct them?" A thought occurred like a knot in his gut. "Do they upload conversations or anything like that?"

"Hm? Oh, no, not unless I specifically turn that on." She returned her hand to his thigh and gently squeezed. "There's... some sort of data privacy and computer learning involved? I admit, I don't understand more than the basics. I can look it up if you're concerned."

A second's thought quelled the irrational jitter. "No, it's fine. I'm not really worried about it." He smiled, and turned a little in his cross-legged seat to better face her. "I'd rather go back to thinking about you." Her smile was worth any awkwardness. "So. I've never been with a Pokémon, in case it wasn't obvious."

A soft, throaty chuckle came as she moved his hand from shoulder to side. "Ailani had a good saying the other day. Nobody is perfect?"

He had to join in her mirth at that. "True, true. I am curious, though. Just from, I don't know, if you've done this before, I guess." There's no reason to ask for numbers, they're never as important as the experiences, a fling some years back had told him when they'd gotten to talking about histories. Firsts, boundaries, comfort zones: those are the keys. "If it's not prying, have you been with a human before?"

"Prying? Oh, impolite? Not with as close as we're getting, no." She shook her head, and then sighed. "You're... not the first human I've had interest in. Don't feel you have to compare yourself to them."

He waved that off. "I wouldn't."

"Good. Hm. I don't know if most of them were interested in me. I only broached the topic with one. The closest we got was... not much closer than this. He didn't want to continue." She paused, even her body going still for a breath. "He didn't feel comfortable touching me at all, let alone intimately."

Ewan nodded, and reached out to take her hand again. "His loss. I'm having a hard time not thinking about it. About you."

She made a sort of churring sound, deep in her throat, and slid his hand to her thigh. "I'm glad to hear it."

He took in a breath. His touch was just above her knee, the hide there as smooth and soft as the rest of her. Taut muscle underneath, and certainly not delicate. Comfortable. Part of him wanted to keep touching, keep feeling. The only worry about wrongness was doing something wrong, not being wrong. The judgments of others be damned.

"I'm okay with this," he whispered, as much to himself as to her. It was the truth.

She smiled, and glanced back at the path. Nobody else was there, or coming, he could see too. Movement drew his attention back to Dez.

She'd lifted the knee with his hand on it, leaving the other flat to the ground. Her tail curled around the outside to brace herself as she leaned back enough to, quite unmistakably, put herself on display.

He drank her in. The light was still bright enough to see the entirety of her. To see where the purple of her belly, muted in the oranges tinting the sky, transitioned to the brighter magenta under her tail. Above that tail, between those legs, he could see a subtle cleft in the otherwise smooth hide—certainly not something a casual observer would notice, unless she was all but spreading herself as she was for his eyes. The slit was maybe the length of his pinky finger, not quite parted enough to let him see within.

"You'll spoil me," she said, who knew how many breaths later, "if you keep staring like that. You don't have to stop," she added when he tore his eyes back up to her sly smile.

"I don't want to," he said, licking his lips. "But if I keep looking, I think I'll want to touch."

Despite not having eyebrows, her expression certainly looked like she'd arched one. "I don't see a problem."

He didn't glance back towards the path. Her gaze kept his attention quite well. "Maybe I wouldn't want to stop, if I did."

"Hmm." She sidled closer and raised the hand on her thigh, then snuck underneath it. He wrapped his arm around her back, only for her to guide his hand back down to her upper thigh. Her free arm rested on his leg, fingers inside his knee. "Maybe after the sunset, we can go somewhere more private?"

Her body heat was like ambrosia in the cooling evening air. Was it wrong to want more? To want her closer, to see what other wonders she might hold? No, not when she was outright inviting him to do just that. Not when she wanted to do the same. Not when their fingers were scant centimeters from making their embrace rather unplatonic.

"My place isn't far, if you'd like," he murmured. The increasingly impressive sunset drew his attention, if only for the short-lived beauty. Dez would still be there after the reds and golds had faded. "See where things go."

"That sounds nice." She nestled close. Her hand hadn't moved up his leg. Not yet. The thought alone was enough to arouse him, blood flowing where he wanted her touch. A soft churr rolled in her throat as the clouds reflected the colors from the red orb slipping below the horizon. He hummed wordless agreement, holding her close, comfortable. Intimate.

The sunset was absolutely beautiful, too; he wasn't entirely distracted from nature's spectacle. Not until reds faded to twilight purple under a darkened sky.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," he said, leaning his head on top of hers. She squeezed the hand still on her thigh. "I almost don't want to leave."

A silent chuckle quivered her shoulders under his arm. "I feel the same. And yet, it's getting colder. I imagine your place is more comfortable." Her head turned until her muzzle rested under his chin, breath warming his throat. "Among other things."

"Private," he agreed, taking in a short breath as her hand slid a finger's width up his thigh.

Her narrow snout trailed under his draw, along his throat, and for a moment he thought she might lick or even nibble. Before he could do more than tilt his head back a little, she shifted her hold on his leg, and then pushed herself to a casual squat. "Shall we?"

"Yes." It was easy enough to repack the carrier with the empty containers and switch on a hiking light now that darkness surrounded them. Dez drained one of the juice boxes before he finished packing. He nearly forgot his shoes before stepping off the picnic blanket. It was easy enough to fold and stow, at least.

Her hand easily found his as they picked their way back towards the main path, then down to the street from one of the side exits. Short little exchanges peppered the silence, like an outlet for the nervous energy, the anticipation, buzzing low in his chest. Not that there was much to talk about until they got to his apartment complex; he let go of her hand only to pull out his key.

"It's not much," he'd forewarned on the way up, "but it's a roof and running water."

The door opened to his living room, with the loveseat couch and dented coffee table facing the wall-mounted screen when he wanted something to watch. The small kitchen overlooked the room, and a short hall led to the bath and bedroom.

Dez's tail brushed his calf as she looked around. "And you live here by yourself?"

"I do. I'd need a roommate for a bigger place."

"It's nice. Not so much space that I feel like something could sneak in."

He supposed that was one way of looking at it. "Can I get you water? More juice?"

"Not right now, thank you. Though perhaps a small towel? Just in case my feet picked up more dirt."

"Sure." He ducked into the bathroom and found the softest hand towel he owned. "Here. Or can I help?"

She took it, and reached up with her other hand. "If you don't mind steadying me."

He nodded, kneeling down, and she leaned her weight on his shoulders. Lowering himself further let her balance better. It also put him near eye level with that pattern, and let her scent fill his nose again. It was as warm as her touch, inviting... dared he think, alluring. Flashes of pink from her soles stood out against the gray of the fabric. He kept looking at her curves. No human would have a tail behind her wide hips, of course. He still saw a sensual, attractive figure. Her weight shifted as she switched feet. He could look between her legs again if he leaned down, and felt himself stirring at the thought.

It had been a moment, more now that he realized, since she'd draped the cloth over the shoe rack by the door. "Thank you," she murmured, almost in his ear.

"You're welcome." He wanted to reach out, arrested the impulse. Questions, he still had questions. But not many. "Why don't... the couch would be more comfortable."

"Of course," she said, and he heard the words in the sussuring before the translator picked up. They were close enough that he could have picked her up and carried her there. He wasn't sure he'd let her go if he did. It wasn't until he leaned back, after a breath, that she slid her arm off him.

"Shoes, shoes," he muttered to himself after standing, and kicked them off more or less in place by the door. When he turned around she had padded towards the kitchen, head tilted as she peeked in.

"Actually," she said, "can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure. Down and to the right, there."

"You're too kind." She closed the door behind her, leaving him to set the blanket and empty containers aside to clean, while the still-full one went back in the fridge.

He hooked a thumb at the couch once she came back out. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, Dez. I'll be over in a sec."

She made a line straight for it, ran her hand over the upholstery, and clambered up with no effort. Her vest apparently unbuckled or unclasped, and she laid it on the table.

He was right behind her after washing his hands. "Comfier than a countertop?"

"Much." She grinned at him and patted the other cushion.

He sat next to her, and tried to rally his thoughts. "So... we like each other. We want to explore more."

"We do," she said, and took his hand. "But, one barrier to exploration."

He'd have started worrying if her eyes weren't alight with something like mischief. "And that is?"

She tugged at the hem of his shirt. "One of us is still dressed."

"Ah." He reached down, hesitated. His heart wasn't quite in his throat just yet. Close, though. Was it too much to ask? No. Anticipation, not anxiety. He lifted until the shirt came off, leaving him in only his shorts. He unbuttoned the shorts, but her fingers touched his hand before he could do more.

"We don't have to rush, or do too much?" she said, a soft smile on her muzzle and in her eyes. "I won't complain if you keep going."

Ewan licked his lips, and pushed the shorts down. Only his boxer briefs remained. "How's this for a start?"

"Good," she purred. "Comfortable?" At his nod, she placed his hand back on her thigh. The hide was as smooth and soft as the rest of her. There was taut muscle underneath that subtly flexed under his touch. Was it odd to find her potential strength exciting?

He wanted to keep touching, keep feeling. Dez leaned closer, tail uncurling behind her for balance. Her slender hand caressed his front, only stopping at his waistband, suffusing him with a little of her heat. Daring, he turned enough on the couch to bring his other hand to her side, then to her chest. There wasn't a difference in texture with that mesmerizing pattern. No breasts, of course, not even nipples; Pokémon hatched from eggs, he knew, and while there was a subtle divot in the middle of her belly, it could have been from her abdominals. He didn't think he minded the lack of cleavage.

Nor did he mind her hand roaming to his own leg, fingertips brushing the inside of his thigh where, on the other leg, his half-mast shaft pointed away from them. Her eyes were keenly focused on it, as if tracing the outline of it through the fabric.

"You don't have to just look," he said, heart thudding. He hadn't been sure he'd say it until the words left his mouth. There didn't seem to be any reason to take them back. Now, he was only unsure of how far he'd go—all the way was growing into more of a reality by the moment.

Her gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes widening a little... surprise? Interest? Both? "I'll take that offer." The smirk was more recognizable as her hands trailed back up his front. "Soon. I want to explore you more."

"Fine by me." He licked his lips and tried to turn, to make their explorations a little easier. The couch got in the way and he couldn't swing a leg up without hitting her. Before he could try to voice a solution, she rose and shuffled the last bit of distance before straddling his leg. It was a far better solution than he'd have thought up. He was starting to tent the thin fabric of his underwear, and she stared for another few breaths before returning attention to his chest.

For his part, the top of her slit was just barely visible, the rest right on his thigh. He couldn't feel anything but heat and the comfortable pressure of her weight, though her tail curled around his calf like an anchor. One of his hands went under her leg to help steady her. She churred, put one hand on his shoulder, and let the other roam through the patch of hair on his chest. One of the wavy, ribbon-like lengths beside her tail brushed his knuckles, and he carefully searched out the one closer to him with his free hand. He'd felt a Zubat's wing in a library Poké-show when he was in grade school. The ribbon felt rather like that: warm, leathery membrane, albeit a little thicker and stiffer, especially towards the base. Cartilage, maybe?

A question for another time. Dez's thumb and forefinger explored his nipples, one then the other. He'd heard from both gals and guys that some men liked having them played with; he wasn't really one of them, not feeling much more pleasure than her touch on the rest of his skin. They did harden, which held her bemused attention even more than the hair between them.

If she had questions, she didn't ask. Instead, she took in a breath as his hand found her rump. He took her faint purr as permission and gave it a light squeeze. Taut muscles shifted as she slowly squirmed. Another squeeze let him better appreciate the lithe power in her deceptively slender build, not to mention her huff, and she pushed herself up enough to scoot forward.

Which meant moving her knee, the one planted between his legs, forward.

"Are you okay?" She looked caught between concern and mirth; he may, possibly, have made an undignified noise.

He brought his voice down to a normal octave before answering. "Fine, just... sensitive, not much higher than that."

Her thigh pulled back from having brushed his underwear. "I didn't think... oh. Oh!" She laughed, not unkindly. "I understand. No, that would ruin the fun." With his support she moved back, then hummed. Before he could ask, she swung the leg over his and hooked the ankle on his hip, the coils of her tail carrying more of her weight. And best of all, he could see her pinky-length slit now, the once-subtle line now unmistakably prominent from arousal. Even if he couldn't see the faint glisten of wetness on the dark pink flesh and magenta outer folds, there was a rapidly cooling spot on his thigh.

His cock throbbed in its now-uncomfortable fabric tent. "Oh my," he heard himself murmur.

Dez chuckled and ran her hands down his belly. "I won't stop you if you want to touch me," she said, those vibrant eyes capturing his gaze, "but, if you do... I want to take these off." Her fingers slid over the elastic waistband, teasing along the edge as he took in a shivering breath.

"So," he started, going slow so he wouldn't trip over his words. It took effort to keep a smirk from his lips; it was his turn to tease. "I'm not sure that's fair."

Her hands froze and head tilted.

"If I can touch, why can't you?"

"Mm. That is a good argument." She purred and traced a fingertip around the outline of his tent. Even without a direct touch, his cock flexed, stiffening to try and reach her. "Seems uncomfortable, trapped."

"It is," he said. His heart thudded and breath caught when she hooked her fingers under the waistband and lifted, pulling his underwear up and over the erection. He steadied her with one hand while the other braced himself on the couch, letting him rise up enough that she could work the whole garment almost to his knees. Once he settled back down, her gaze was nothing short of a predator's focus.

He had to admit, it was pretty hot to see her eyeing him up. "Like what you see?"

Even if they had a language barrier, there was no mistaking the desire, the hunger, in her expression. "Oh, yes."

"You look amazing, too," he said, his own attention going to her slit again. "So very smooth, hot, sensual. And you're so very confident. I love it." A thought occurred to him. "This is your first time seeing a human dick?"

"In person, yes. I barely got to feel the one before he pulled away," she said. "Too much for him."

"I'm sorry."

She snorted. "Forget him. You're better, and you're here. This is... even better than I imagined." Her hand hovered close, then she took a gentle and very warm hold on him. "Oh yes," she purred. "The real thing is so much better."

"The real thing?" He raised a brow, briefly distracted from his own advancing exploration.

"I have a—..." The translation stopped before her sussuring voice, and she huffed. "I need to expand this dictionary. An instrument. Shaped like this, though I've heard there's different kinds."

"An instrument." It clicked, finally, and he blamed reduced blood flow to his brain for the delay. "Oh, a dildo?"

"Yes! I knew there was a name for it," she said. A grin spread on her muzzle as her hand explored his length from base to tip and back down, discovering his foreskin in the process. "It's about this size. Maybe a little larger? Much less impressive, though. Not warm, or throbbing, or dripping... no, forget that thing too."

He was secure enough in his ego to not care about the 'larger' part, though the rest of her praise certainly added to the swelling warmth in his chest. With both hands freed he could settle them on her thighs and use his thumbs to spread her slit, drawing a faint groan from her muzzle. Her hide was thicker than skin but still pliant enough to let him get a good view. A little different from a human's, not that he remembered clearly enough to compare. The broad strokes were still the same. An entrance between the folds, a subtle pucker of an anus a finger's width below the slit. His thumb caught a droplet of her wetness before it fell, and she shivered at the touch.

"So..." he said, putting his words together slowly so he didn't trip over them. "I'm guessing the dildo, um, fits? In you?"

She gave his cock one more squeeze before moving down to, thankfully carefully, explore his balls. "I'll admit it took a couple tries to get it comfortably. It's on the larger side for Pokémon." Her muzzle was right in front of his face, a smirk on her lips. "What are you thinking, Ewan?"

He licked his lips, breathed in, her scent stronger and spicier up close. "Well, I want to keep exploring, touching. Just wanted to ask in case we got carried away, and we ended up..."

Her grin was slow and sly. "Mating?"

"Yes."

Her snout nearly touched his nose, and he wondered if Salazzles kissed. On a whim, he touched his lips to hers. She paused and then purred. He almost regretted distracting her by slipping a fingertip between her folds. Almost. Her mouth opened in a near-silent gasp as he explored her entrance, spreading the slickness he found, then pushing in up to his first knuckle. Thankfully, he'd trimmed and filed his nails after moving the lab equipment.

Her hand returned to his cock, slowly stroking. "More tempting by the minute," she said, "though I doubt I'd last long if this went in me."

"Same," he had to admit, the heat and snug grip of her inner walls making him doubt he'd get more than a couple thrusts. "Maybe, maybe we keep exploring, like this, let off some steam first. Then we see where things go when we recharge?"

"Let off some steam," she said, not quite inflected as a question. Her tongue brushed his lips as he hummed, pulled back before he could chase it. "I think I see what you mean. Mm. More, then..."

One last snag hit his thoughts. "Do we need protection? Like, a condom?"

Dez blinked. "A condom? No, I know what it is," she said when he opened his mouth to explain. "I've never heard of humans and Pokémon being able to breed. Wrong season for me, anyway."

"Right, but also STIs. I don't have any, just, if you wanted to be safe?"

She shrugged. "They tested me when I signed up for the trials. I haven't had—... stupid collar, you know what that is. Mated. I haven't mated since before then."

"Okay then. So, more?"

Ewan's breath left him as her grip on his shaft tightened. In return, he turned his hand to slip first his middle, then his ring finger into her, then both, holding in her quivering tightness until he could push deeper. A brief pause to change their positions enough let him palm her mound, or the equivalent, which seemed to have the same effect as on a human woman. Her strokes were shallow, at first, as if she was used to something shorter. She adjusted soon enough, base to head and back, the heat of her hand alone making him wonder if her sauna-temperature insides wouldn't get him off before he could even start thrusting.

If anything, he hoped he wouldn't be disappointingly cool to her touch.

For now the thrill of the exotic intimacy, the basic carnal need they both shared despite their other differences, drove them forward. Part of him wished he could taste her. Spice and a slight sharpness tickled his nose along with her usual scent. Little messy sounds from his fingering. When he pushed deeper, she met his motion, rocking on him while her hand moved faster, occasionally joined by the other until she lost confidence in her balance on his thigh. Her tail squeezed, too. He wondered how it'd feel to have his balls cupped by the thick base while he'd thrust into her.

Fuck. He groaned and she churred her encouragement, thumb spreading his own pre around his head.

He wanted to fuck her. Knew he was going to cum, then rest, then fuck Desiree. A week ago he might have entertained the idea, at best. Getting to know her? Feeling her now? He couldn't imagine not wanting to fuck her.

"More," she murmured, perhaps thinking similar thoughts. Her hips bore down on his hand, nearly taking all of both fingers, her back arching when he curled them. His cock felt like it had a pulse of its own. "I want to feel you closer, Ewan." She gestured to her loins with her semi-free hand. "On me, rubbing."

"I, I think I know, what you mean," he said, words surprisingly difficult to form. Pulling her closer was too awkward to keep fingering her, though her smooth, heated skin against his length scattered his thoughts for a few short breaths. Maybe over and under? At least until she started rubbing that slick slit right on him. He settled for caressing her hips, thighs, rump, tail, anywhere he could reach.

"Just like this," she said, natural voice breathless while the translation was as even as ever. It might have been jarring if he wasn't so focused on her undulating motion, almost like a seductive dance, rolling her hips back and forth. He remembered to move, too, the pleasure rising faster than he'd have thought. Their mingling fluids and her already sleek skin did away with most of the friction. Between her being lighter and their position, the grinding wasn't uncomfortable for his erection.

Quite the opposite.

Pre flowed freely as he throbbed. "Close," he managed to say, and got something between a purr and a growl in return. Her hand slipped between them, guiding his head against her slit, using it like a toy to rub herself more directly. Hot and wet rubbing right on his sensitive head as she squeezed, the foreskin pulling back, leaving him gasping and squeezing her ass. Little noises caught in her throat as she ground down on him, shuddering and moaning into his shoulder from what certainly felt like a climax. He wasn't far behind. Arceus, he wasn't going to last more than a few seconds, the tension in his loins peaking as his tip caught on her entrance.

Dez growled, firmly gripped his base, bore down on him. Her folds were hotter than any woman he'd been with. The heat surrounded his head as he slipped in, the angle just wrong to take more, and then the ring of muscle tightened enough to mostly push him out. It was too much, even that little taste enough to shove him over the edge. His wordless cry was the only warning he could manage. His hips lifted, muscles tensing, tension breaking and pulsing, spurting his seed against her, under her, maybe even inside her. She arched and moaned again, keeping a tight grip on him, murmuring wordless encouragement as his hips worked in little spasms. What might have been an attempt to slip him back inside missed. His last shots of seed landed on his belly. Hers, too. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, probably tight enough to nearly hurt if his nerves weren't near-overloaded with pleasure fading to afterglow.

At some point he ended up reclining back onto a pillow and the armrest while resting his head atop hers, their bodies still shivering now and again from aftershocks. Best sex he'd had in a good long while, and he hadn't even been inside her, not properly. Even when the whole-apartment fan came on, her warmth was enough to keep him comfortable. No 'post-nut' guilt or other regrets haunted him, save for a distant sense that a relationship between them would have some complications to work through. That a relationship was possible, if anything, had his heart happily thrumming. He hadn't just started dating a Salazzle, now he was all but having sex with her.

Would he have it any other way? He couldn't think of a reason why. Not after even a mere taste of her carnal allure

"That," Dez said to break the silence between their slower breathing, "was very pleasant."

He kissed the top of her head. "I'll say. You are amazing."

She purred and wriggled a little closer. They were probably making a mess of the couch, he could feel something dripping down his thighs. Oh well. It was cheap. He licked his lips, thirst starting to assert itself. Plus the couch wasn't long enough to properly recline, so he'd end up aching or cramping at some point.

Her tongue caressed him, pulling his attention back. "Mm, hold me closer?"

He wrapped his arms around her. "Like this?"

"Yes." She sighed. He could feel her heartbeat, just a little faster than his. "It's... a new feeling, being held by someone bigger. It's nice. Feels safe."

He kissed the top of her head. "I can imagine. Salandit are, what, your size compared to me?"

"No, half my size—ah, I see what you mean. Yes." A hum came as he shifted again. "Do you need to move? Is this uncomfortable?"

He shrugged a little. "Not yet. In a few minutes I'll need to move. And get a towel." Slight as her frame might look, his palm felt the hint of her taut muscles under her back, an impression of coiled power shifting with the rise and fall of her breath. He wanted to kiss her again. "Other than that? Nowhere else I'd rather be right now."

Dez purred and licked him, giggling as she ducked under his attempt at a kiss and nuzzled his collarbone. A faint beep came from somewhere he couldn't place. He stroked her back with his thumb, unable to keep from smiling at her happy little noises. Or to stop any effort that would keep them coming. Maybe this was how she really attracted her mates.

"I have to remember to ask you a question later," he murmured, not even sure he'd said it aloud until she stirred under him.

A violet eye looked up at him as she tilted her head. "Why not ask now?"

He tried to come up with a reason, and shrugged. "Fair. I did some reading, figured it's best to ask you about how things work. You use pheromones to attract Salandit, right?"

"Among other things." She must have seen his frown, or guessed the question coming, and chuckled. "But only for Salandit. They have their own toxins, and the cloud we release lets the group attune to the matriarch. Then they can't poison her, she can't poison them. At least, nothing that can't be shaken off. Useful for a fight."

He blinked. "Huh. I don't think a lot of scientists know that."

"This is when I say something about you getting all of our secrets," she said, voice rich—he finally realized he was hearing her natural tone under the translation, and mentally combining the two. Neat. Another beep came from somewhere; some device of his, probably. "It's also very good for sex, and with a heavy dose during breeding time? Half my size, and they'd rail me hard enough to leave me sore. One after another."

"I won't lie," he said, "I doubt I can compete with that."

She wriggled her hips against him. "You'll be fine, Ewan. Anyway. There's competitions between Salazzles, determining strength, seeing who can bring some of the other's pack to their side. Then, defense. Some roving male looking to carve out territory tries to challenge us? Aside from Poison weakening them, the pheromones can be... effective." Her chuckle was quiet and borderline devious. "Most of them lose focus or get too cautious with an erection hanging out. Some, though... I swear they wanted to lose after a good dose."

"I'll bet." He licked his lips, imagining some brash Pokémon underestimating her. Leave aside the combined strength and tactics of a pack, along with the creeping weakness or whatever Poison felt like. An arousal you couldn't control? Feeling enflamed by lust? Would he even blame another male for wanting, needing, to submit after being so outmatched?

Much as he wanted to keep the fantasy going, something felt off. "Wait. So... what gets done to a defeated Pokémon, then?"

"They're driven off to lick their wounds and, hopefully, go elsewhere." She seemed to go still. "But you mean, with the pheromones?"

The more he thought about it, the less comfortable the fantasy seemed. "I mean, if they're aroused, weakened, basically at your mercy..."

He wasn't sure he wanted or needed to know the answer; the Pokémon world was different than his, there were surely different rules, different values. Fighting someone for a house would never fly in the courts of law or public opinion. The wilds weren't the same, he had to remind himself again. Nor were they any lesser for being different.

The caress of her hand brought him back to the moment. "You're concerned that we use it to take advantage of males. Use them for our pleasure."

That was the short and long of it, wasn't it? He nodded and shrugged all at once.

"I never did, never would," she said. A small amount of tension left his chest. "But... some do. They try to justify it: maybe the male threatened to do the same if she lost, or maybe they call it part of the challenge."

"To the victor, the spoils."

"So they say. Or they just enjoy forcing others." She sighed. "Little wonder you humans still think of us as beasts."

He shook his head and hugged her closer. "We'd be damn hypocrites if that was our judgment. Too many humans are, or would be, the same way. They're still wrong." He kept caressing her. "Though, I guess my question is, if it wasn't for the toxins, it'd be quite the aphrodisiac?"

"Mm." She shifted atop him. "Even a light dose got my Salandits aroused. More than that, well. Even my most composed mates looked like they were ready to hump something, anything, any_one,_ to get release. Moaning, lust-addled, using their fingers and tongues on me if it meant they could mount me that much sooner." She reached down between them, curled her hand around his stiffening length, and rolled her hips against the underside. He hadn't realized he was getting hard again already. "Seems you like the idea?"

He gave a little cough, and would have tried to look innocent if he wasn't already starting to grind back against her. "I guess so. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've already ensnared me."

Her head rose enough for him to see her smirk. "Go ahead, Ewan. Blame it on the pheromones." She arched her hips, pushing until his tip slipped between her folds. He wasn't far from being hard enough to push in further, to go all the way. It was the fastest he'd ever bounced back from a climax. The stiffening arousal made it feel like he was pushing himself inside without either of them having to move. "Mm. Poor man just can't help himself..."

The conversation had probably awoken something in him. For the moment, he gripped her rump and squeezed. "Maybe sometime you can 'capture' me, fair and square. Right now, I know exactly why I'm wanting to fuck you again."

She growled, but it turned to a sigh as that beep came again. He'd have to figure out what it was. Much as he wanted to just bury himself in her slick, hot passage, to properly feel her, it was getting hard to ignore the armrest of the couch digging into his back.

"Let me put a towel here and figure out what that beeping is," he murmured, kissing her head again, "and we can take this somewhere more comfortable?"

Dez pushed herself up, which nearly sank her further onto him. Before his cock could bend in a painful way he slipped out, instead rubbing along her slit as she sat back. They shared a gasp and a grin. Hers faded after a moment. "It's my translator. Do you have a charging cable?"

"A couple." He tried not to sound too forlorn as she rose off him, dripping and leaving the room far cooler than it had a right to be. "Here, let me... oh." He watched as she caught the worst of the mess between her legs and brought it up for her long, pink tongue to clean. Watched, and felt his cock twitch with each stroke over her fingers.

"Hm?" She glanced over, then down, and her expression became nothing short of sly. "Mm. I would love to put on a show, but." A slender finger tapped the collar on her neck.

He nodded and stood, trying not to drip everywhere himself. Cleaning the same way just wouldn't be dignified. "Right. Cables are here." He pointed out the handful of chargers that were plugged in. A drop landed on his foot, chilled by the air. "Uh. Towel. Be right back."

Once in the bathroom he gave himself a quick once-over. Two more towels and a can of hopefully-unexpired fabric cleaner in hand, he returned to the main room. Dez had her collar off and was fishing out one of the cables—with her clean hand, not that he'd have overly cared. He put a towel next to her, and got a smile in return when she reached for it.

"Just, uh, yell if you need help," he said. The couch was indeed a casualty of their coupling. He toweled off the worst of it, and himself, before spraying the cleaner on the wet spot. With a bit of soaking and rubbing he wouldn't need to do anything drastic. It was the kind of cheap that was easy enough to clean up.

Something like a curse behind him drew his attention. He couldn't understand her speech, but the tone and subject were unmistakable. "None of them fit?" he ventured.

She nodded, and held the collar up to her throat. "Can you understand... good, it still works. I forgot to charge it last night. Do you have any other cables?"

"Let me see." His erection had gone down most of the way, but she still eyed him up as he walked over. He knelt down, looking over the flexible, thick band. "What kind of cable does it need?"

"It needs... the one that charges it?" She looked a little embarrassed. "It's written down on the booklet, in case I needed to buy one. But I don't remember what it's called."

"That's fine. Mind if I look?" He turned it over once she handed it to him. It was some sort of one-piece waterproof assembly with a connection port; it looked similar enough to his phone's, albeit smaller. "Huh. I don't have any cables that fit it, no."

She said something, tone apologetic, in her sussuring, sibilant speech. He handed the collar back to her and she clipped it back into place. "It'll last for maybe half an hour, if that. Shame." She reached down to fondle him. "I was getting ready to enjoy a second round."

He caressed down her side to her hip. "You and me both. So, um. I'm guessing you'd need to go home?"

She nodded and let go of him, only to place her palm on his hand before he could withdraw too. "I'd stay, but I need the messaging service on. Besides, too much more of you and walking back may be... difficult." Her muzzle parted in a sly grin. "Any objection to meeting tomorrow?"

"I have some work scheduled for the afternoon, but I'm free after five. Maybe I can bring something for us to eat on the way back? Five-thirty?"

"Perfect." She sidled closer and rested her other hand on his chest. Warm breath on his neck, violet eyes on his. Another beep from her collar. "I'm glad we could share this. And more."

"Me too." Slowly, gently, he pressed his lips to hers again. There was still trouble figuring out how their mouths should fit together, though their tongues had an easier time of it. She arched, their bodies touching once again, his half-mast caught between them. He reached down with his free hand to move it upright, not intending anything, not that it stopped either of them from pressing closer and then slowly grinding against each other.

Dez stood on her toes as he supported her back, which brought him closer to that heat between her legs. She pushed her tail down between them, her hips angling, slickness meeting the underside of his cock. The grinding grew more rhythmic, little groans and huffs peppering their breaths. All it would take was her lifting her leg, or him lowering himself, and they could just throw all other concerns aside...

A series of beeps and a quiet, tinny voice interrupted them. "Warning: battery critical."

Dez sighed.

"Sorry," he murmured, "you're pretty irresistible." He forced himself to sit back on his heels and ignore his hard, needful length bobbing between them.

She purred and patted his arm. "It wouldn't take much, but I appreciate your restraint. Tomorrow isn't so far away." Her towel got another round of use, and he tried to breathe his way back into calmness. "I'll meet you here at five-thirty."

"Will you be okay getting home?"

"I will," she said. She tapped her wristband, and a message flashed: power saving engaged.

He slipped his shorts back on and walked her to the door, where she stopped and pointed at him, then her wrist.

"Text you?" he guessed, hand on the doorknob. She nodded, then pointed at the door. He opened it, but she just raised her hand to the number. "Oh, my address, too. Absolutely. Have a good night."

You too, she said, or seemed to. Was there any other way to translate her smile and reply? He bent down and hugged her one last time. She gave him a warm squeeze and then she was walking away. She looked back twice: once when she stepped out, and once when she'd sauntered to the end of the walkway where it met the street. He waved, she waved back, and then she was out of view.

He closed the door. The fresh air had reset his nose enough that he was struck by the scent of sex, carnal and rich. His cock stirred in his pants as he remembered what they'd just done on the couch. How she'd felt against him. Around him. How good it had been to just let go... How much he wanted to do it again.

He pulled up the messenger on his phone. "Thanks for the fun night, Dez, hope you got home safe." A few taps attached his address. "See you tomorrow."

Cleaning offered at least some amount of distraction. A couple fans got the worst, or best, of the smell to disperse. Hunting down the little droplets on the rug and floor let him clear his mind.

Did he regret the evening's events, now that he wasn't lust-addled? Part of him tried to bring up possible objections: if it was wrong, if he was taking advantage of her, if...

Nothing stuck. Not even a particularly pernicious glob of mixed fluids that had soaked into the rug.

Thirst brought him to down an entire glass of water. He got the towels washed, rinsed, and hung to dry before his phone pinged an incoming text.

"I did," Dez had replied. "Everything is charging. I can't wait for tomorrow." And again, a sly Salazzle Pokémoji.

"Same. I'll text if anything changes."

He bounced between reading, watching videos, and a little surreptitious research before fatigue drew him in for bed. He should probably have showered instead of a once-over with a damp washcloth, though that was a tomorrow-Ewan problem. He'd want to be fresh for work.

No, he wasn't having regrets, he concluded as he lay in bed. Just questions. Were they just friends with benefits, or was there potential for more? Was a relationship even possible? What more would they do together? Now there was a fun one; he tried not to get carried away with fantasy. It was easier than thinking weighty thoughts, at least, and even after getting hard again he easily slipped into sleep.

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